La Belle Dame sans Merci: A Ballad
O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
Alone and palely loitering?
The sedgesedge Grasslike or rushlike plant that grows in wet areas. has withered from the lake, . . .
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La Figlia che Piange
Stand on the highest pavement of the stair—
Lean on a garden urn—
Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair— . . .
The Lake Isle of Innisfree
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee, . . .
The Lamb
It was a picture I had after the war.
A bombed English church. I was too young
to know the word English or war, . . .
Land
Swear by the olive in the God-kissed land—
There is no sugar in the promised land.
. . .
The Larger
I don't know how it happened, but I fell—
and I was immense, one dislocated arm
wedged between two buildings. I felt some ribs . . .
Larkinesque
Reading in the paper a summary
of a five-year psychological study
that shows those perceived as most beautiful . . .
The Last Laugh
‘O Jesus Christ! I’m hit,’ he said; and died.
Whether he vainly cursed, or prayed indeed,
The Bullets chirped—In vain! vain! vain!
. . .
Late Echo
Alone with our madness and favorite flower
We see that there really is nothing left to write about.
Or rather, it is necessary to write about the same old things . . .
Late Summer
Before the moths have even appeared
to orbit around them, the streetlamps come on,
a long row of them glowing uselessly . . .
